Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in motherfucker
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas rule the world
Y'all niggas gotta recognize,
Niggas don't wanna game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on bitch-ass
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize peep game

Now in my younger I used to sport a rag
full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up from the up
Blue'd up the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
Ditching my class, to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker no future
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

I'm coming "Straight Compton" with a loose cannon
big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another from the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

We roll deep, on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a coast jack move
They me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you (where you from?)
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't my time
a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the don't lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin'

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in he see the thunder roll
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the face the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't find no

We deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot from the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

how we ride